Rough love


If you follow me on Twitter, you might know that yesterday was not a great day for me. It was almost serendipty when the following tweet appeared in my timeline.

I won’t lie, by mid morning yesterday, I was fully in agreement with the poster in that I definitely needed the full spectrum of responses.

It wasn’t quite a “caging” event, I’d had one of those recently and I don’t want to overuse that particular form of “therapy” but it was one of those days where I needed a fucking that would help me forget just how horrible a day it had been.

One of the great things about my relationship with Master C is His near instinctive ability to know just what kind of attention I need in any given circumstances; although, to be fair, given that as soon as He was able to attend to me, He found me naked, on all fours, with a paddle and a butt-plug on the table beside me, was possibly something of a giveaway. However, even my fairly blatant statement of intent didn’t prevent Master C from adding his own embellishments.

Clamps were tightened around my nipples. My wrists were cuffed to my ankles. My legs were forced apart by the spreader bar. My mouth strained around the ball-gag which was fastened tightly around my neck. A small glob of lube was squirted on my arsehole. I was in that most wonderfully agonising state of discomfort and then I felt the cold, glassy smoothness of the plug being pushed, not into my arse, but into my cunt.

Master C fucked me with it for a few wonderful moments, coating it with my wetness before slowly, but firmly inserting it into my back passage. I moaned around the ball in my mouth as He worked it in, feeling it stretching me, opening me up.

I flinched as I heard the crack of wood on skin; Master C testing the paddle against the heal of his palm. “Are you ready?” He asked.

I squirmed, trying to nod to confirm. Master C laughed. “And so let it commence,” He announced.

I waited.  I waited to feel the contact of the wood on my buttocks. I waited and the anticipation grew, becoming unbearable. I waited; my nipples throbbing against the clamps, my cunt hot and wet, my arse so deliciously stretched and full. I waited…

And then the wait was over. That first resounding blow to my buttocks send a pulse of pain and pleasure through me. I cried out, but the ball in my mouth muted the sound.

A second blow, a third, each one alternating from side to side, left then right. Each blow delivered with a force that made my eyes water and with a timing that allowed the intensity of the pain to build, maximising the burning sensation across both buttocks.

Twelve blows in all. Twelve wonderfully, deliciously, painful blows in alternation, six to the left and six to the right.

Master C stroked His fingers over my clit. I came instantly.

The plug was removed from my arse and for a few fleeting moments, I felt empty; but not for long. The plug was replaced by Master C’s cock. He gripped my hips and fucked my arse hard. After every few thrusts, He would smack His hand down hard on one buttock or the other, a sharp stinging slap, reigniting the fire of my paddling.

“Dirty slut loves getting her arse fucked, doesn’t she?” I heard Him growl. “My filthy slut loves having her Master’s cock in her arse, doesn’t she?” I wanted to cry out yes, I wanted to let Him know how much His filthy slut was enjoying having her arse fucked. I creamed the words in my mind, but the ball in my mouth reduced my moans to a muffled, incomprehensible  mumble.

Suddenly I felt a buzzing against my clit and that was my undoing. I came hard as His cock pounded my arse and the finger stim pressed against my clit.

I was still coming when Master C pulled His cock from my arse and, second later, I felt the sticky heat of His cum on my skin.

Master C released the spreader, unclasped the nipple clamps and undid the cuffs around my wrists.  As I collapsed, spent and drained on to the floor, He undid the gag and removed the ball from my mouth and kissed me. Pausing to spread a blanket over the couch, Master C gathered me up then laid me out on in it, wrapping the blanket over me. He kissed me again. “Would you like me to run you a bath and get you a glass of wine?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded.

Master C really does know my needs so well.

2 thoughts on “Rough love

  1. magickstar23 January 27, 2021 / 13:55

    Sorry that you had a bad day yesterday, but not necessarily that this was the outcome. Very hot!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Mòrag January 27, 2021 / 14:35

      Thank you. Sometimes, a good fucking is the best form of relief when it comes to banishing a bad day. It certainly did that for me yesterday.

      Liked by 2 people

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